[Round 1: Shox The Rebel]
World Dom' 7, you got to pushin' and shovin' Solomon
Instead of hittin' bro with your diss lines and now they book you for World Dom' 8
Great
Well let's see if iron in ya face gets you emotional this time
Pussy this bit, it's mine
I seen ya tweets, clowin', oh there's different levels when we spit lines? Cool
Now I'm heated, so for here on out, shit's peak I fly in and bombin' him; blitzkrieg
I'll bury this pipsqueak, prick deep
Now you can finally say that you six feet
It won't bring him back
I swing a bat it's a body, takfuckinge a piss is what the kid needs (kidneys)
Then he'll get the TECs (texts), but there'll be no TECs (text) back
You know how these chicks be, bitch please
Clownin' my bars from years ago, that shit's weak
Spittin' woefully average multisyllabics like, "You ain't a big Neek"
You fuckin' backpacker
You cry online ever fuckingy time you lose to a black rapper
We all seen it
Liking racist shit when the fans tweet crud
Prolly think they got a point about the hood when the Klan meet up
Damn he fucked
You gettin' the Rum Nitty treatment
That's back to back punches 'til my hands seize (C's) up
Yank fans ease up before I prove you're a lady
Listen, both our countries speak English we just don't use it the same
I don't care who in the Dot over I, it's my time to capitalize, cause that's what you do with a name
No more games
Yo, no more lame Hattori Hanzo bars, we get it
You sharp, deadly, see trouble, get drawn
But see hammerin' that steel angle is a double edged sword
I make you bite the blade, right away
So much blood in your mouth it's gross, that's your death wish
Like ya ex-bitch, I'll bring up one good point and keep shovin' it down your throat!
There is no way you're the GOAT
Just some pampered kid, lay your head out
Start stampin' it
Then it's a shallow grave, grab a spade, throwin' peat (Pete) on top of you like every rankings list
When you two battled
It's like he's playin' harps center stage and you playin' viola with your friends in middle
Get it?
He up front pullin' strings, you stuck in the back playin' second fiddle
I mean you got some bark but you're weak
You lack the heart of a beast, you're no Kung Lao
But hats off, you were sharp at your peak
But this is where your path ends at your streak
Especially when your next battlin' A. Ward
After this, they might have to host your next battle in a ward
So take your shots
Just make sure you popped a hit
Or there will be no bright side 'Mac I am not an op' to miss (optimist)
I switched the Matte black to the nickle plate
Wasn't even sure if they'd like that move
Turns out It reflect well with the glove, now I got a Mike Jack' groove
Which is funny, cause it's no longer black but still slide back smooth
Dude mock me all you want, my pen is driven
I make movies black with words so when the end credits given
That's why I stay walkin' wit' a vets
Punches will knock teeth loose, you end up swallowin' the rest
See your life ends with a box, you Apollo in ya death
Math Hoffa, I'm a Rare Breed you gettin' a Hollow in the vest
So go ahead Greg, you in London now, say what you need to say
Just remember, Portland only ever fucking mattered in GTA
Time
[Round 1: Illmac]
It's only right I start it with a rebuttal
Cause as far as being GOAT in this battling thing
I guess I am Kung Lao cause I gotta throw my hat in the ring
And he tried to call me "nerdy" like that was true speech
You act like you different, what you think you 'Neek (unique)?
Fuck it, right?
Some people think you beat Tony D
You did, I cannot front on him
I gotta dope lines for you and that's not one of 'em
Straight to it, you can't listen without thought
Well think Inception this ya dream profession
And this scenes the endin', I'm scriptin' it out, watch
Before I give him credit I leave him hangin'
Told him (totem) if this was about props, in the end any way you spin it you only get a round tops
The animals out, he has a cow (cal') perfect, pull out ox
Sheep in wolf's clothing, the GOAT, the last person you'd outfox
Fuck a pig, I don't act nervous around cops
Bag purple the drought stops
I live in LA, fuck his name, drop him past curfew around Watts
It feel electric for you like a Tesla coil when I (w)rap circles around shocks (Shox)
It's easy money, I got him movin' pounds from his safe like a London bank
I guess that makes me the boss then (Boston) I run this place
If there's not a tax from the British I'm the one you thank
Think I'm goin' overboard, push him from the plank
Tee (tea) off when the British Rebels boat (bolt)
Should've seen that comin' from a Yank'
Yo he stallin' (Stalin) like he run in place, leave marks on him parks on him with a Russian tank
My adrenaline too much to take
No way to chase him I'm Jason Statham for a bump of Crank
Pop his ego, air him out, make his lungs deflate
Body baggin' last trip, y'all see me gassin' air his Soul (aerosol) like huffin' paint
Gut is scrappin' hungry, my stomach ate
This is my one escape, watch how you conduct yourself
Surprise Shox (shocks) with the hands like the buzzer prank
Above his rank, come and take food from his plate
I robbed him once and told him he wasn't safe
Should've seen his fuckin' face when I robbed him again, it was a double take
Bolo kick when his broke nose drip
That'll be my first international solo hit
We not gon' box, who you tryin' to throw blows with?
Get jumped in the street when I stomp on Shox (shocks) like a Pogo stick
Showboat, rose gold wrist
Feel like the God of time when the chronos tick
Bro bro the scope won't miss
Spread gun get everyone a shot like a GoPro flick
Now Austin Powers askin' where his mojo went
His whole flow so old but fans will praise (appraise) it on some 'Antique Roadshow' shit
I'm dolo, in the big body like Brock Lesnar
Gettin' paid to talk to the dead I'm John Edward
Hot tempered, hook in his head; pop record
Wig on him, now he goin' out like a bitch; cross dresser
Dawg, our stats do not measure
It's no secret, you're not better
I'm confident you'll know I'm above your class if I (classified) go off record
I've been through a lot, came from a lot lesser
Was taught pressure turn coal to diamonds, shit then I'm lost treasure
I turn my goals into gold mindin' (mining) my business like prospectors
Dig it, my mind stresses the Loch Ness I'll bear paw you'll get pallbearers soon as your thoughts rendered
You got set up, cause terror, arm, leg a, leg a, arm, head I'm god head of a lost era
Him bar with me? Not never
This far fetched as Shox in a lost sweater, reading [?] walkin' across Mecca
Dawg, I didn't even use, "Dear John letters", "Salt/pepper"
"Rochester", "dog catcher", "hawk feather", "draw better than Carl Brenner"
I said I didn't even use "Dear John letters", "Salt/pepper"
"Rochester", "hawk feather", "hot stepper", "draw better than Carl Brenner"
I didn't use "bartender", "swap genders", "car fender", "arm wrestler", "fall weather", "John Denver", "bomb threat" or "God's letter"
Nah, that's for my dawg Bender
When you draw from such a beast with the pen a lil' ink on the skin is a small gesture
Time!
[Round 2: Shox The Rebel]
Sounded lovely that, dinnitit?

[Illmac]
Goddamn right. Every round

[Shox The Rebel]
Can't lie when I was writin' this I was goin' through some shit
Pain one step past the normal
I should get an award for how much I drove my Lady Gaga
But that's how a Star Is Born
To be honest with you, I'm bored of this ride I wanna get off this
Tired of cuttin' keys like a locksmith
Bein' forced to pull the MF Doom, put on a mask to spit hot shit
But honestly, I got a problem with your ego man
You think cause you pennin' rounds on diesel you can clown your equals
The irony, a midget lookin' down on people
But I guess you just love to be little (belittle)
It's funny, after givin' all that props on that Watch, that was a mad sight
Soon as the battle's locked you turn to Michelangelo when the candles glow, tryin' to paint me in a bad light
So concerned with a 3-0, it's quite tragic
Sat down, penciled the body just to die like Leo' in Titanic
Aye 'Ganik, don't you think his arrogance is a real shame within the scene
You lettin' him dictate how this card's run and he ain't even got a place within the team
But they treat you sweet, droppin' bars, long as you're makin' them the P
To be exact money, I guess there's no change in (changin') the machine
But look...they sleepin'
Here's the saddest fact, you do not exist outside of battle rap, you have no life
No digs, no wife
No kids you just get high and spit
Am I lyin'?
[?] to give you an opponent that he put the heart in it
So desperate to burn 'em all like an arsonist
But soon as you step off stage, you go home and it's cryin' on a shoulder
So I'ma send you home with a flag taped on your coffin for tryin' to be the soldier
{chokes}
You tried to charge more for this battle, then he make the event crumble it's a fable
Don't wanna chess move, that was a game of pool
Cause you wouldn't stick to the round numbers on the table
Cause you're eager to claim legend, but that statement don't work with your wealth
So it's like that Momo hoax, cause now I'm sendin' you a message and you just hurtin' yourself
I know better than to say "you're shit"
But if you copy Gemin1's angle it won't save ya kid
You pick up a pen and say that I copy then you played your wrist (plagiarist)
But you'll pander, cause they're open minded to it
See I've spat like a million punches, I really grind to do it
If a line ain't as good as my own I'll be out my fuckin' mind to use it
This shit's like pin the tail on the donkey
Pushin' one tacky point cause you blinded to it
But I ain't like you spittin' guys, I'm from a different time
Different height, hop in the whip and ride
Leave my ops soakin' in the trunk so they slip and slide
Don't ever question my loyalty 'Mac, I got no problem pickin' sides
So you get the blade or escape, pick one my brother
But if you see me on a Snow Patrol
Just do a Leona Lewis and pick 'Run' for cover
Cause I'm quick to flip at the beef, run a kid from the streets
If you makin' me Chase more (Moore) you gettin' hit with the beats
So keep ya distance, I'll rate your hand 'til you have some
You went from battlin' a Soul to battlin' a man who doesn't have one
I'm sick, I hope the kid got immunized
I mean you asked for this, so in more than one way that was short sighted and ill advised
Fuck what your fans say I haven't earned him
That lit a match and now I'm burnin'
But watch them infer no (inferno) knowledge after I'm earned (urned) him
Time, my apologies man. Time

[Round 2: Illmac]
You said I would copy an angle, don't ever disrespect me son
I mean even though Gem' had won I would never copy Gem in 1 (Gemin1)
But I watched the battle; Gem in 1
Look, you had to know this was comin'
He told Lu Cipher, "Eight lines connect to a body overseas like a fruit spider"
So we just callin' "legs" "lines" now?
Well tell your bitch to keep her lines down!
I mean...what? Did I cross the leg?
You waste all your energy punchin', I'm not gonna waste mine
You force wordplay, context, different concepts that you make rhyme
The reach don't mean shit, get clocked dead in your face
Why? You go outta your way for the punch, to be complex but I save time
Cause the shortest distance between two objects is a straight line!
Straight leg, whatever
Look, fans wanna be moved when the hit land
But when you force shit it's like a suppressor
When you blast and feel the kick back
It softens the blow like an airbag when you crash and feel the whiplash
All I'm sayin' is, yeah it's been a rough road traveled and I get that
But no, they don't need Shox (shocks) cause they'd rather feel the impact
Switch that, he throws a lot of hits and gets fucked up, then comes from the fight mangled
Yeah Shox is snappin', it's a boxer scratcher, cause you never punch with the right angle
Look, speakin' of, you got the Don't Flop title
Whoo, tell us, did it help with the fame?
Where's it at can we see it? Is it a trophy? Is it a belt or a chain?
Is it nothing?

You can say it, they know, you can say it

Even Grind Time had a shirt
Even Dan's league got a belt
You beat a claw machine you get a stuffed animal, nothin' fancy but it helps
How you win...nothing, go home and celebrate?
The worst part, what's that message say?
You work hard with all the time and energy you dedicate to your art
And maybe one day you might earn a...special place in Eurgh's heart
How does that work? Please explain it Shox
That's like winning the lottery then being paid in props
Yo, I bet he treats his rhyme book like a family photo album
Nostalgic, thumbing through loose leafs
His title is a family heirloom , future generations passing down a Youtube link
Shox, watch the Air Guitar Championships, it's literally their job to pretend
Funny thing is, whoever wins the title gets an actual guitar at the end
Think about that, they win an actual trophy pretending, in a sense they've done nothing
You actually battle, become champ and then have to pretend that you won something
Alright look, we'll get back to that
You can add up all his shitty schemes to see how big our difference seems
He's completely average, my shit is mean
He make less noise in the British scene than Mr. Bean
Drivin' up, light him up, hit the beam
Pop pop, non-stop, pistol's scream
The fully auto body Shox like a chop shop that strip him clean
Kiss the rings, brains on the wall like silly string
This is what happens when you die in a dream
The moment you're dead in the moment you realize it, he's somewhere in-between
I'm sippin' Hen', legendary OG, the pack is wintergreen
Gettin' rats movin' weight, my triple beam like a Smith machine
But him?
This little needle nose scoundrel, I ain't think he was this bad
My bad for bein' so doubtful
The truth is that's my bad for being so doubtful
And yeah you don't have a Soul, when I'm finished beatin' the Soul out you!
Time!

[Round 3: Shox The Rebel]
So you goin' for Champion Of The Year 2019, huh?

[Illmac]
That'd be lit

[Shox]
For those hopin' it's him, it's about to be a celebrity death match
I came to stop motion in the ring
You and Soul had a classic, honestly that match amazin'
He a better writer than me, but that's not the comparison we're makin'
See they bookin' him to spit beautiful multis, they booked me to smash ya face in
The streets got my brain gone, I lost a lot of my vast components
I've been set in the dark pennin' these bars on the coffins of my last opponents
{Chokes}

I'm so sorry man

[Illmac]
You got this

[Shox]
BAOW!

You get a headshot tryin' to escape, you'll be deceased if you run
I lick one in the air like, "Where's all that breeze comin' from?"
Day dreams of rammin' a blade through his skull
Hop in the whip, jump on the throttle
I might have to hammer it through though
Shit lookin' like the sauce stuck in the bottle
{Chokes}

Sorry man

[Illmac]
It's good man, you got it

[Shox]
Death came but he doubted, I left covered in blood
I guess he really is brains of the outfit

{Chokes}

So sorry man

Just bring padding for the scars
I'm Bruce Lee with a wooden body, I'm rapid with the bars
Full contact, fuck a contract, catch him slap him with the palm
Or I'll take this genie out the blue like Aladdin and Jafar
He's actin' that he's hard
You wanna jump start and catch a battery charge
I'll kill him, they say I won't cause dude is able
But either way I punch harder
Said our move is fatal
When you got metal rounds you ain't gotta swing back and forth like a Newton's cradle
Never mind all that
I'll rock a fake; Spinal Tap
The heat lay him out on the hood; vinyl wrap
500 round drum, his mind'll crack
Brain matter, 'Dancing On The Ceiling' like a Lionel track
Now I got violent bars, you stick to the angle and leak ya shit
I'm stuck in a violent past, that's why I struggle
Close my eyes when I climb into bed
My mind is mess and constantly tryin' to fight the violent descendants
Scene so grimace, too foul to repent
Tryin' to force down the bottle like I'm a celeb
See they picked you the vic', to fly in a jet
Put numbers over my name without writin' a check
But what's the point in givin' the time if your soul ain't rewarded for the time that you spent?
So I think that it's time that I rest
Go home, look at my kids, remind myself why I'm blessed
With that bein' said, R.I.P. Bender
I remember
Our paths crossed in London both times that we met
Always share a drink outside the event

Aw fuck man. Don't waste that for him

R.I.P. Bender
I remember
Our paths crossed lines when we met
We shared a drink outside the event
You told me I had fire in the pen, I still got the screenshots
From the time that you sent Organik
Message to try to get me lined for events
So my brother, just know that you've inspired us time and again
So please, everybody raise a drink high for the best
To Bender

So sorry man

[Round 3: Illmac]
Yo, that's how you could tell he's on some real Rebel shit
He was chokin' on purpose so the people at home didn't watch my rounds, that's some next level shit
That's why there's no use even battlin' this clown
Shox Da Rebel, rebelling against...rappin' in his rounds
This ain't about you, my bones is shatter proof
Soul is flammable
This fire invoked couldn't hold a Roman Candle to
Molten magma spew, A Titan throwin' Saturn's moons
Kiss the rings like the Pope put his hands on you
Holy attribute, blowin' ash, make a golden calf of you
Noah, I roll with animals, wolves and Malamutes
Death row him, go and strangle you
Roll like Hannibal on the backs of Woolly Mammoths marchin' on the Roman capitol
Fly in lower altitudes
Why? I hold an attitude
I go to stabbin' you, I put butterflies in your stomach like the moment's magical
You still alive? Show some gratitude
Heart made of frost, cold shoulder, travel through and skate across your frozen talent pool
Gordon Bombay, blade in the sneaks, Charlie Conway
You fake as a triple D
Y'all put money first then switch up, loyalty isn't cheap
Keep it 100 for them bold faces, you'll switch Mystiques
If it's beef, I don't get police
Dump his body in Venice Beach
I won't mourn over your death so don't give me grief
Slick as grease, you slept on a beast
Leonard printed sheets
Twist the leave, windows tinted, I'm in it with a freak
Trim physique, thick as thieves
My miss (Ms) Incredible, she won't mind stretchin' you, plus you just as quick to reach
Look, this your favorite hero? I'll Christopher Reeves him
Cut your life line, get the umbilical treatment
Read my contract killer, we had different agreements
Right Said Fred, I just came to do a hit then I'm leavin'
I could do this all day, you think this is competin'?
It's my show, your rounds are just intermissions between it
So why diss him directly? Give me a reason
Generic dissin' for generic bitches, consider us even
It gets worse for you
Feel ashamed, I spit a verse for you
Being vague, if this applied to another person on this Earth
You seem the same so take it personal either way
I mean, you ain't even worth this throw away verse
You ain't worth the indirects that I wrote in this third
Just like you ain't worth that trophy from Eurgh
For the meaningless title that you supposedly earned
Look at his face closer, all I see is a blank poster
A placeholder that blends in with all the other plain vultures
Pickin' off the roadkill in this raped culture
The same three styles from the same donors
No Rebel alliance when The Clone Wars take over
Originality dyin' a slow death 'til it's game over, that ain't kosher
Maybe when the caskets close then it's in the grave lower
Y'all can spot the difference from the great pose and the great posers
Y'all like clowns up in the circus runnin' around without a purpose
I've been around for every round you watched I jotted down a thousand verses
Never went out of bounds, was down and out it wasn't perfect
Seen different eras, different crowds
I'm different now cause I've been learnin'
Rounded out a person be proud of how I'm workin'
Relevant a decade plus
The ups the downs them Blackouts and then the surges
It build a powerhouse, my styles the now, it's current
So why the fuck would I feel shocks (Shox) when I'm so grounded in the circuit!
Time!